Cyn's Resort Ch. 07

CHAPTER SEVEN

After sleeping like a rock for three hours, Cynthia was finally roused by Jim. Her whole body felt deliciously...fucked. She thought there was no other word for it other than that, and she stretched out like a jungle cat as she came to, feeling totally satisfied, and blissfully content, even if her pussy was a little sore. She wasn't surprised it felt a bit tender, smiling to herself as she thought about all the abuse it had taken today, the heavenly, rapturously-satisfying abuse by black cock after black cock, just like in her fantasies. But thanks to Jim's idea of coming to this place, it was all actually happening, and she couldn't have been happier. She lay there, peacefully content, revelling in the blissful lassitude she was feeling after her day of getting well-fucked.

She slid her hand down her body, her fingertips running lightly over her labia, a bit puffier than usual from getting hammered over and over.

"Honey, I said we'd meet June and Robert for dinner. We'd better get going," Jim said as he leaned over and tenderly kissed her cheek.

"Oh, baby, can we just get room service tonight," Cynthia said, "although I've loved every second so far, even I have my limitations. After the pounding it's been taking, my pussy is a little sore and I'd be happy just to relax in the room tonight." She looked over at her husband with big doe-like eyes. "Would that be all right, sweetheart?"

Jim couldn't help but smile. He'd watched what had happened to his wife all day, and even he was surprised at how well she'd taken the fervent pounding over and over. "That's fine, honey. Like I said, this holiday is all about you. Whatever you want is fine with me."

"Thanks, dear. I love you so much." Cynthia gave Jim a soft kiss on the lips that she could tell he loved. "Now, you order some room service while I catch a few extra winks, okay."

"That's fine. I'll call Robert and let him know we can't make it today."

Cynthia dozed until the room service arrived. She stayed in bed with the covers pulled up to her chin as another handsome young man set out their trays on the table in their room. When he left, she donned her robe and they dug into their food. Jim had ordered them both the 'Catch of the Day', and Cynthia didn't realize how hungry she was until she felt the first bite hit her taste buds, the delicious seafood making her moan with pleasure as she savoured the incredible flavours.

"You finished that in a hurry," Jim observed as Cynthia wiped her mouth with her napkin after cleaning her plate.

Cynthia shrugged. "I was hungrier than I thought. I think I burned off a lot of calories today."

Jim grinned and gave a little laugh. "I'd say, you were sweating like crazy when those four guys were pumping you over and over."

"At this rate, I'll probably lose a few pounds over the week we're here."

"Don't you dare, I love every luscious inch of you," Jim said as his gaze dropped down to the ample swells of her breasts visible at the opening of her robe. "And I think all the guys on staff here love the way you look too."

Cynthia felt herself blush a bit, thinking about all the big black cock she'd taken so far, and how eager all the young men had been to give it to her. "Speaking of which, honey," she said coyly as she looked up at Jim with an innocent look in her eye, "do you think we can order some dessert?"

"Of course, dear, I never thought of it when I was placing our order. What would you like?"

Cynthia coyly paused before answering, her eyes twinkling with mischief as she spoke. "How about ordering me something nice and creamy for dessert?" She teasingly brought her index finger to her lips and slid it slowly over them, her tongue slipping out to moisten her fingertip erotically.

Jim grinned softly. "Hmm, do you think one order of dessert will be enough?"

With a childish pout of her face, Cynthia slowly shook her head from side to side. "I don't think so, dear. You know what a sweet tooth I have, and how much I love something tasty after a good meal. Why don't you see how many you can get for me?"

With a knowing smile on his face, Jim got up and went to the desk with the phone and room service menu.

As Jim started pressing the buttons on the phone, Cynthia retired to the bathroom to get ready for her 'dessert'. She couldn't help it as she smiled at herself in the mirror, feeling like she was glowing. She ran a comb through her lustrous blonde hair before pulling it back into a ponytail and fastening it tightly with a hairband. She touched up her makeup and applied some mascara to her already-long lashes, making her eyes dazzle. The final touch was a glossy coating of bright red lipstick, her full pouty lips looking like they were made for exactly what she had in mind: sucking cock, big black cock...and lots of it.

Satisfied with the way her face looked, she put on another of her new purchases, a blood-red bustier with heavily reinforced lace bra cups that pushed her massive breasts up and together spectacularly. She eyed up her deep dark cleavage, knowing it would be full of spunk and slobber soon enough. The bustier had a matching pair of French-cut red lace panties that ended scandalously high on her wide hips. She smiled as she did a little pirouette in front of the mirror, pleased with the way her mature body looked in the new outfit, and more than ready to spend the rest of the night on her knees.

"Oh wow, baby, you look gorgeous in that," Jim said as Cynthia walked out of the bathroom, his eyes hungrily feasting on her curvy form beautifully displayed in the sexy bustier and panties.

"Thanks, sweetie. Were you able to order my dessert for me?" Cynthia asked.

"Yes, it should be here shortly."

"Good. Did they say if it was just going to be one order, or could I have more?"

Jim smiled as she shook his head. "Don't worry about that, sweetie. They said you can have as much pudding as your little heart desires."

"Oh, that's wonderful." Cynthia nodded towards the closet. "Can you get that cushion thing out for me, please?"

"Sure," Jim responded as he retrieved the molded cushion from the shelf before pausing and looking around the room. "Uh, where do you want it? In front of the bed like last night?"

Cynthia shook her head. "No, put it in the middle of the living room. The light's better in there if you turn them all on. You'll be able to see better, and I want you to see me swallow every last drop of pudding I can get."

Jim shifted the coffee table over slightly and placed the cushion smack-dab in the middle of the room before turning on the various lights in the room, giving the room a warm glow. Cynthia stepped into the room and took her place on the floor, her knees resting comfortably on the cushion. Jim sat on one of the sofa's a short distance away, the angle giving him a perfect view. They'd just taken their places when they heard a tap at the door.

"Come in," Jim called out.

A young black man they hadn't met before stepped into the room, dressed in khaki shorts and a white golf shirt, just as the other men at the resort had worn. "Miss Cynthia?" he asked as he closed the door behind him.

"Yes," Cynthia replied, her eyes instinctively going to the pronounced bulge in his crotch.

The young man smiled back at her as he proceeded into the room, undoing his shorts as he approached her. "I've brought some dessert you ordered."

He stepped right up in front of Cynthia and whipped out his long black cock, which was already stiffening up as his eyes raked over her buxom form, her huge tits thrusting forward in an impressive shelf.

Cynthia didn't waste any time as he lifted his cock and pointed it towards her face. Her lips opened into an inviting 'O' as she leaned forwards, slipping her parted lips over the swollen purple head as she welcomed it into her mouth.

"Mmm," she purred as her lips slid forward and closed down just past the coronal ridge, locking the cock within her mouth as she started to work her magic. Within a minute it was rock hard, and deliciously long and thick, just the way she'd hoped it would be. As she slaved and slobbered over the young man's black cock, Cynthia took his hands and placed them on the back of her head, urging him to fuck her face.

The man feathered his black fingers into her hair and started to work her head, pulling it back and forth on his thrusting cock, just as she wanted. She purred emphatically, more saliva welling up in her mouth as she hungrily sucked.

Less than five minutes later, she got her first reward. The man totally doused her, splashing her tonsils with a deluge of cum. Cynthia eagerly swallowed every drop, savoring the luxurious masculine flavor.

As she sucked at the oozing tip, anxious to get every drop, Cynthia heard the door open. She glanced to the side, her lips and tongue continuing to suck as her eyes took in another staff member, dressed in the standard uniform the same as this one, his hands already working to undo his zipper.

"Miss Cynthia likes her face fucked," the one standing in front of her said as he pulled his cock out of her mouth and zipped up.

"Then we'll give her what she likes," the new one said as he whipped out another long thick cock and plugged it right into Cynthia's mouth.

This went on for the next two hours, a new guy arriving every five minutes or so, each one feeding Cynthia a nice creamy load.

Cynthia slept like a rock that night, blissfully content from getting fucked earlier in the day and from sucking cock all evening, her belly full of cum.

*

The next few days were like a dream to Cynthia. Of all the times she'd fantasized about it, she never imagined that getting fucked by so much black cock could feel as heavenly as it did.

Things continued the very next morning. After breakfast in their room, with another splash of cum on her fruit, Cynthia was thrilled to see that Jim had arranged for another massage session with Devon. She felt herself tingling with anticipation when Jim told her that this time he'd asked that Devon give her the 'Back Door Special'. Cynthia had always loved anal sex, but it had been a long time since Jim had been able to give her what she wanted that way.

For today, Cynthia chose another of her new bikinis, this time one in brilliant white, which Cynthia thought looked good against her skin, which was already taking on a warm, tanned glow. The bikini top was totally unstructured, and the tiny triangles barely contained her full voluminous breasts. Warm tit-flesh was oozing out all around the minuscule cups, and her big, stiff nipples were clearly defined as they thrust against the soft white fabric. Even though the top had no structural support, Cynthia's breasts still created a deep dark line of cleavage that she knew would make any man salivate. While most women her age with breasts anywhere close to the size of hers were starting to sag in all the wrong places, Cynthia's breasts, bum, and thighs were still as full and beautiful as they had been twenty years ago.

For the matching bikini bottom, the triangle of the front panel curved down at the top, barely covering her shaven mons. The back was no more than a thong, slipping between the full round spheres of her curvy bum before ending at the small of her back, where slender ribbons of string met similar ones from the front. Cynthia smiled as she tied the tiny strings into cute little bows high on each of her wide flared hips, knowing the bows looked like inviting targets for long black fingers to pluck open.

When Jim suggested she try it on in the store, Cynthia thought there was no way she could pull it off. But when she called Jim over to the change room to take a look, his jaw hit the floor.

"Oh fuck, Cyn, you look incredible! There's no way we're leaving this store without that bikini."

With all the trouble Jim had gone to for her, Cynthia was never going to deny him. And as she looked in the change room mirror, she had to admit the tiny bikini did look pretty darn good on her. And now, it looked even better, with just one day's worth of sun giving her smooth skin a warm honey glow that contrasted vividly with the brilliant white of the bikini.

When they entered the tent and Devon saw Cynthia remove her wrap, his eyes opened wide as his gaze ran over her curvy form. Cynthia smiled as she hung up the wrap, making small talk with Devon as she slowly removed her bikini. Whereas the day before, Devon had turned away to give her privacy as she disrobed, today Cynthia could see that he was entranced, his eyes never leaving her body as she teasingly drew off the bikini top, and then the tiny bottom.

While Devon covered his hands with warm oil, Cynthia lay down on the massage table. Immediately feeling relaxed under Devon's strong warm hands, her eyes closed in pure rapture as Devon spent a long time smoothing the oil all over her front before concentrating on her big breasts. The alluring scent of the fragrant oil combined with his talented hands to make Cynthia's pleasure level increase by the minute.

"That feels so nice, Devon," Cynthia said as the masseuse stood behind her head, his big hands rubbing provocatively down from her shoulders and over her slippery mounds, his fingertips teasing her stiff nipples until they were hard as bullets.

"Yes, very nice...just keep doing that, please," Cynthia said as she slid her own hands down her body, which was already covered with a glistening sheen of oil. With her fingers getting slippery along the way, her hands were soon between her legs. The fingers of one hand went right to her greasy slit, while the fingers of the other hand started to toy with her sensitive clit.

"Mmm...so good," Cynthia purred as she started to pleasure herself. She didn't mind at all that she was doing it in front of Devon. And the fact that Jim was sitting a short distance away watching the strong black man massage her tits just made it all the more arousing for her. It only took another minute or two before her stroking fingers brought her off.

"OH FUCK...YESSSS...YESSSS!" Cynthia hissed loudly as she climaxed, her fingers sawing in and out of her drooling snatch as her other hand was busy tweaking the erect spire of her clit. She came like a wild thing, her sumptuous rear end sliding all over the cushioned table as she thrashed about.

All the while, Devon kept working on her breasts, his big hands squeezing, massaging, rubbing, the warm oil beneath his long fingers doing wonderful things to Cynthia's sensitive nipples.

"Umm, that was so good," Cynthia said with a whimper as she started to come down from her climax. With the eyes of both men on her, Cynthia brought her sticky fingers to her mouth and slowly licked them clean, closing her eyes in rapture as her tongue lapped up her warm cunt-honey. When she finished, she glanced over at Devon, noticing his cock looked hard as a rock beneath his red swim trunks, the throbbing head pushing up against the constricting waistband.

"I think it's time to do my back now, don't you think so, Devon?" Cynthia asked coyly as she rolled over onto her stomach and purposely arched her back as she shifted about, making her lush curvy bum stand up even more.

"Yes, Miss," Devon responded, and Cynthia could see that his eyes were now focussed on her sumptuous derriere.

Cynthia lay with her head turned sideways on the table, her arms folded beneath her face as Devon re-oiled his hands and started working on her legs. He started with her feet and slowly made his way upwards, his strong hands pressing firmly on the muscles in her calves.

"Mmm, that feels so good," Cynthia said with a soft moan. "I feel like I could stay here all day and let you do that, or whatever else you want to do to me."

Cynthia glanced back over her shoulder through slitted eyes, seeing a smile come over Devon's handsome face as she spoke the last words. His eyes flicked up to her beach-ball-like bum as she wriggled her hips, letting Devon know where she wanted his attention most. He didn't disappoint her, moving in closer behind her as he started in on the back of her full thighs.

"Mmm," Cynthia purred again and closed her eyes as Devon's big strong hands felt incredible on her legs. As he rubbed the warm fragrant oil into her skin, she instinctively parted her thighs, inviting him to go higher.

Devon paused as he warmed his hands with fresh oil again, and then moved closer, his hands now well up on the backs of Cynthia's thighs. He slid his strong fingers right up over her flanks to her hipbones, and then back down to the middle of her thighs. Back and forth, back and forth, and then he started working his hands inwards, concentrating on the velvety soft skin on the insides of Cynthia's spread thighs. His thick fingers were working their magic, and Cynthia felt herself moaning softly under her breath continuously, totally surrendering herself to the young man's skillful touch.

He moved up to her big curvy bumcheeks, only this time her took his little pot and drooled some of the oil right onto each of the sumptuous cheeks, and even drizzled some of the warm oil right into Cynthia's warm crevice.

Cynthia felt like she was in dreamland, the warm fragrant oil feeling incredibly erotic just landing on her skin, but when Devon started using his talented hands to rub and smooth it into her bum, she couldn't help but moan out loud, the relaxing pleasure she was feeling making her melt under his touch.

Her pussy had been creaming since the whole massage started, but now that he was paying attention to her big round bum, Cynthia could only whimper and sigh at the intensely pleasurable sensations. Devon spread his fingers as he rubbed his strong hands over those curvy mounds, Cynthia's whole backside slick and glistening with the shiny oil.

And now Devon started working his hands closer to the middle and Cynthia felt her heart beating faster as his thick fingers traced down into the depths of her beckoning crevice. He stroked his fingers back and forth deep between the soft mounds, making Cynthia moan and sigh with every stroke.

Cynthia let out a gasp when he started working on her bumhole, pouring more of the warm oil right onto the little rosehole. She couldn't believe how a man with such big strong hands could have such a delicate touch, but the way his fingertips were teasing and rubbing slowly all around the tight little aperture had Cynthia swooning with pure bliss. Like with everything else he did to her with those incredible hands, she felt like she could have stayed there and let him do it forever. But her fiery libido was asking for more, and Cynthia knew Devon had the perfect log to make that fire soar higher.

"Mmm, that feels so good," Cynthia purred as she rolled her hips, pressing her little wrinkled hole back against Devon's fingertips. She arched her back at the same time, bringing her tight hole up higher for him to work on.

Cynthia could tell Devon didn't need to be told twice, her subtle movements letting him know she was ready for more. Over her shoulder, she saw him pour more of the warm oil onto his hands and rub them together. And then he moved closer, the long fingers of one hand spreading her bumcheeks apart as his other hand went right to work on her tight little hole.

"Ahh," Cynthia gave a little gasp as he pressed on the aperture with his finger, rubbing the oiled tip in a small circle over the tight pucker. He was insistent, and Cynthia took a deep breath and relaxed, wanting more. She'd always loved anal sex with Jim, but those days were long gone, and she yearned to feel a hard cock in her back passage once more, and the thought of taking one as big as Devon's had her creaming like crazy.

"That's good, Miss," Devon said as Cynthia concentrated on relaxing.